I’m yo hoe, not yo ni&&a
I know my place, so go figure 
That the only dream 
I’m wit, got you wet wit no rigor!

I got love,
I ain’t bitta’
I keep my heart,
I need no sitter. 

What I need?
Well if I plead,
let me read 
my short-list, 
call it greed!

I love loose lips 
and thick hips. 

I love me some sturdy thighs,
just complement it wit piercing eyes. 
I’m really attracted to grins, 
and vibes ignite adrenaline. 

Pause, 
my blood rushin
I failed to stop 
and ask you what got you 
blushed. 

I told you about me
it flowed, like inhale. 
Now go on bout you
I want you to exhale.